contract slave

Ying Wutai's face was pale, he looked like a lonely ghost, holding an abacus in his left hand and a ledger in his right.

Seeing Shen Hao walking in, he grinned: "Come on, let me see how much you have done."

Before Shen Hao could speak, Murong Chunguang had already turned his face away, and opened his mouth to scold: "How many merits and demerits, you really think you are the king of reincarnation? Let us go over quickly, or you will be cut to pieces!"

On the opposite side, Ying Wutai was startled: "Who are you?"

"You don't care who I am." Murong Chunguang said.

Ying Wutai was stunned again: "Zengsheng is so rude."

Murong Chunguang looked impatient: "Your master used lanterns to lure us into the underworld, what are you blocking here? Get out of the way quickly and let us pass. There is a mountain of knives or a sea of ​​fire ahead, you can't stop us here. "

Ying Wutai's old face flushed red when he said this, he roared out of embarrassment, and rushed over with his abacus in hand.

Murong Chunguang stood in front of him without moving, until Ying Wutai came in front of him, then suddenly raised his hand, and then heard a crisp sound, Murong Chunguang had already taken off the nine-ringed golden silk sword from his back that he had been carrying for a long time , Blocking Ying Wutai's abacus head-on.

Then, without waiting for Ying Wutai to catch his breath, a big knife made the tiger fierce, and the knife was so fierce that Ying Wutai was almost unable to parry.

Shen Hao watched from the side, but his face gradually darkened.

Murong Chunguang reminded him of someone.

This person should have come here with him, but was locked into the government by Lei Jing.

This person should be hypocritical and shameless, full of evil spirits, so different from Murong Chunguang, but there are some places that are very similar.

This person has worked so hard for this moment of entering the underworld, but he has not seen the total, as if he has disappeared.

Murong Chunguang and Ying Wutai fought very fiercely, a big chopping knife slashed down in the air, Ying Wutai had nowhere to dodge, so he had to raise his hand to block, but was suppressed by Murong Chunguang's knife, the green bricks on the bottom of his feet were broken by half an inch.

Ying Wutai yelled, the abacus suddenly shattered, the abacus shot towards Murong Chunguang like a hidden weapon, Murong Chunguang, who was falling in a straight line, waved his long sleeves, turned around in the air, slanted into the midair, with an elegant posture At the same time, with a flick of the blade, he returned the attacking beads back the same way.

Ying Wutai was caught off guard, there was only a scream, and the beads shot into his eyes.

Murong Chunguang landed gently beside Shen Hao.

Looking at Ying Wutai with extremely cold eyes.

"My eyes! My eyes!" Ying Wutai yelled, walking indiscriminately in the venue, "Murong Chunguang, you are ruthless, murderous, bloodthirsty, ruthless, and committed murder. You walk on the copper bridge, enter the fourth hall, see the king of five sense organs, burn your hands with boiling soup, break your tendons and deboning your bones! Shen Hao, you are lax in control, indulge your subordinates, have both sides of yin and yang, and strive for fame and fortune. You have to cross the iron bridge and enter In the third hall, hold the fire and close the throat, and pull out the tongue to pierce the gills!" Ying Wutai screamed hoarsely, and looked like a ghost, every sentence was stern and vicious, making people feel terrified.

"Skynet is restored, retribution is not good. None of you can escape! None of you can escape!" His eyes were like black holes, with liquid blood, he opened his arms and shouted, then laughed, turned around and jumped under the Wuzhuo Bridge.There was only a light "chi" sound, and then a bone appeared.

Murong Chunguang took a look and said with a sneer, "Tsk."

It was this exclamation that made Shen Hao's gaze cold and sharp.

If it weren't for him, who else could deal with it so calmly, with contempt and ridicule.

Murong Chunguang didn't notice Shen Hao's gaze, he returned to his usual expressionless face, looked back at Shen Hao and said, "Leader, what should we do now?"

Shen Hao asked back: "What do you say?"

Murong Chunguang replied as usual: "I don't know."

Saying these four words, Shen Hao only felt his heart tremble. He didn't think there was anything wrong with Murong Chunguang's weird temper before, but now that he thinks about it, it's just a perfunctory evasion, and even more interesting.

Shen Hao's heart became colder by two points, and he slowly said: "You are under the seat of Du Zun, and Du Zun is my personal servant. According to this, you should be my slave."

Murong Chunguang's face suddenly collapsed, and he said: "This cannot be generalized!"

Shen Hao slowly raised the corner of his mouth to look at him: "What did you say. Say it again."

Murong Chunguang was about to speak.

But for some reason, he and Shen Hao couldn't look at each other.

He turned his eyes away for a long time and wandered elsewhere.

"Hmph." Shen Hao snorted coldly, and then said: "Since you agree. The master and slave have been treated as their own, so come with me to the third hall, hold the fire and shut your throat, and pull out your tongue to pierce your cheeks."

After finishing speaking, before Murong Chunguang could speak, he strode onto the iron bridge.

Murong Chunguang was startled, and quickly shouted: "Master, be careful—"

Shen Hao suddenly turned around, looking straight at him like a torch: "What did you say?"

Murong Chunguang was taken aback, and hurriedly said: "Leader, be careful, there may be fraud."

Shen Hao waved his sleeves and walked across the iron bridge: "I can't die!"